HPDBC Chapter 9 Spinning Tops
Chapter 9 Spinning Tops
Several short, burly Japanese men rushed toward Fang Jianqiu, but were stopped by the Chinese laborers who came up to them.
So, naturally, the two sides started fighting.
And so, an inevitable brawl began.
However, the number of Chinese laborers was ultimately outnumbered, and many Japanese laborers still had not found their match.
So they rushed into the house, because Fang Jianqiu's slap was so loud, it was practically a mockery.
After only three or four blows, the Japanese soldier was already covering his face and begging for mercy.
His compatriots finally arrived at that moment.
Fang Jianqiu looked at these guys, whose tallest members barely reached his chest, and felt absolutely no guilt about bullying the weak.
On the contrary, ever since he transmigrated to this wretched place, being sold as a pig, treated like livestock, and humiliated by foreigners, he has been constantly accumulating a nameless rage in his chest, and he is just looking for a place to vent it.
If the opponent is the ancestor of the Cart Titan, then they can go all out.
Run faster!
A slight smile inexplicably appeared on his lips.
He released the Japanese man occupying the bed, leaving him lying helplessly on the ground, groaning softly.
Fang Jianqiu walked towards the group of Japanese, and after a quick glance, he saw that there were about ten of them.
"Snapped!"
With this palm strike, Fang Jianqiu used the momentum of his forward charge to unify his waist and stance, resulting in tremendous power.
He slapped the Japanese man so hard he spun halfway around, fell to the ground, saw stars, and couldn't get up for a long time.
Three more people arrived shortly afterward. They were quick-witted; seeing the size difference between themselves and the Chinese man, they all opened their arms, clearly intending to hug Fang Jianqiu.
If it were an ordinary person, they might actually fall for this move.
But Fang Jianqiu had practiced martial arts for half his life. If he were to be subdued by an ordinary person using such methods, his master would be so angry that he would travel back in time to hit him on the head.
He shifted his feet and dodged to the left, easily avoiding the guy who lunged at his thigh from the front.
The Japanese man missed his target and knocked down his two companions instead.
Before they could adjust their posture, Fang Jianqiu's counterattack had already arrived.
He moved through the crowd with a very regular gait, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"Snapped!"
He slapped a Japanese man who was just getting up across the face.
The man felt as if he had been hit by a metal plate, and half of his teeth were loose.
"Slap! Slap!"
Fang Jianqiu attacked with both hands.
Each slap was accompanied by a crisp "smack" and a scream from a Japanese man.
He not only slapped hard, but he also slapped accurately.
They specifically target the thickest part of the cheek, causing excruciating pain and instantly rendering the person unable to fight.
With each palm strike he delivered, Fang Jianqiu felt the pent-up anger in his chest being released, and he felt extremely refreshed.
As he smoked, he seemed to hallucinate the scene of himself spinning a top in the countryside when he was a child.
"This slap is for your Emperor!"
"This slap is for militarism!"
"This slap is for the Cart Giant!"
Fang Jianqiu became increasingly unrestrained with each slap, even imbuing each one with various meanings.
This made him smoke even more enthusiastically.
The constant "slapping" sounds almost filled the entire simple dwelling.
Before long, only two or three of the dozen or so Japanese people on the field were still standing.
The rest of them were either lying on the ground or huddled in corners, clutching their swollen cheeks, pleading incoherently:
"Ouch! I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop hitting me, Master Qing, the envoy of the Celestial Empire! Please stop hitting me!"
Soon after, the Japanese descendants also knelt down.
Fang Jianqiu simply walked up to them and raised his hand slightly, and those people immediately lowered their heads and begged for mercy.
Fang Jianqiu waved his hand, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. He looked up at the open space outside and saw that although each of the opponents fighting fiercely was shouting, their movements were somewhat weak and powerless.
This is understandable, after all, it's less than an hour since they finished work, and they've been working continuously for more than ten hours. How much energy can they possibly squeeze out to fight now?
This is also one of the reasons why Fang Jianqiu was able to beat those dozen or so Japanese soldiers like children, making them dream of the history of the tributary state.
Although their physiques are about the same as those of a 21st-century junior high school student.
Thinking of this, Fang Jianqiu suddenly felt somewhat disheartened and did not continue towards that chaotic battleground.
But when the cries of pain from a dozen or so Japanese people in that housing area came out, the Japanese soldiers' morale noticeably dropped.
In a fight between ordinary people, that last bit of energy is crucial; once that energy is depleted, defeat is inevitable.
The Chinese laborers gradually gained the upper hand, and their shouts began to drown out the Japanese soldiers.
Some people have already started to slip away when they sensed things were going badly.
Just when the situation seemed to be going very well, a Japanese man with a mustache rushed over and immediately began to hurl insults in a fit of rage:
""Red Deer! What's going on!"
(You bastards! What are you doing?!)
"Shame on you! またトラブルを出こすのか!"
(Shameless! Causing trouble again! Do you want to be sent to land reclamation?!)
He then ran up to the Japanese laborers who were still fighting and punched and kicked them, appearing to be fighting even more vigorously than the Chinese laborers.
"Looks like that guy's a Japanese foreman. All traitors are the same; they're the most ruthless to their own people."
Seeing this scene, Fang Jianqiu knew that the struggle would soon be over.
Sure enough, Lin San, the Chinese foreman on the other side, also rushed over. Behind him were two white supervisors, one of whom, Fang Jianqiu, looked very familiar. He was the foreigner who had taken the mute girl away during the day.
Lin San entered the arena and, as usual, began to hurl insults at the Chinese.
"A bunch of bastards, causing trouble for me again. Have they had it too easy? Want to take a stroll through the boiler room at that sugar factory?!"
Fang Jianqiu's gaze, however, was focused on the two overseers.
They stood with their hands on their hips and lever guns slung across their backs. After looking around and finding that everyone present was still standing, they began to chat and laugh.
This appearance contrasted sharply with the two foremen, one Chinese and one Japanese.
Lin San shouted for the laborers to assemble and stand in a line outside. Fang Jianqiu then strolled over and, upon getting closer, overheard the conversation between the two foreigners.
"Fuck, it's a pity we arrived too late and missed the performance by these yellow-skinned monkeys."
"Yeah, yeah, these pigs, probably causing trouble again over a little water. Jack, how about we give them a couple of pissings? Hahaha!"
Fang Jianqiu's eyes flickered slightly. So the guy who dragged the mute girl away was called Jack.
"Look at those Japanese monkeys, their faces are all red from being slapped! It's hilarious! Hahaha!"
The two foreigners walked up to the Japanese man who had been thoroughly slapped by Fang Jianqiu and began to point fingers at him.
Then, the guy named Jack suddenly spat a glob of phlegm in the face of one of the most seriously injured Japanese men:
"Here, take this medicine to treat your wounds. Be grateful!"
Immediately afterwards, he used broken Japanese to tell those people to kneel down and kowtow to express their gratitude.
Finally, we walked to the vegetable gardens of the Chinese community, picking fruits and vegetables at will. Along the way, both good and bad were trampled...
Looking at the appearance of these foreigners, Fang Jianqiu felt that only a fraction of his anger had subsided.
The remaining nine points will fall to them.
The foreigners came and went quickly, mainly because they were used to such disturbances, and also because no one was seriously injured.
Finally, they fired two shots into the air as a warning before leaving.
The two foremen also left after hurling insults at their respective compatriots.
This conflict between China and Japan ended abruptly.
No problem has been solved, the water conflict continues, and the next conflict is already waiting ahead. The timing is unknown, but it is destined to happen.
But there are still changes, mainly concerning Fang Jianqiu.
Fang Jianqiu's ruthlessness was remembered by everyone, especially the Japanese.
"He really slapped me, and he slapped me fast and hard! He was also muttering something I couldn't understand, and the more he muttered, the harder he slapped!"
This is a shadow left in the hearts of every Japanese person who was spun around by a top.
As a result, almost no one of the other Japanese descendants dared to look Fang Jianqiu in the eye.
Fang Jianqiu was delighted. He returned to his room, looked around, and went straight to Old Man Xiao's vicinity. He took two sacks and stood by the bed of a Japanese man, which was closest to the old man and convenient for communication.
With just a glance, the Japanese man hurriedly packed his things and ran away.
Fang Jianqiu put down the sack without any qualms, then flipped the bed over before sitting down.
Old Man Xiao, standing to the side, simply smiled and said:
"Young Master Fang, this old man snores very loudly, so please don't disturb your rest."
"Hehe, Brother Xiao, you're too kind. I may not be good at much else, but I'm an expert at sleeping, and I'm completely unfazed. Brother, is there anything else going on? If not, could you tell me about that Hansxi man?"
Fang Jianqiu got straight to the point, asking Old Man Xiao for information. This was not only to find out about Ye Lang's possible fate, but also to get a detailed understanding of the plantation's situation.
"Of course, of course. Since I promised you, I'll certainly explain it properly. This Hans is actually the second-in-command at the Viepieu Plantation..."
Old Xiao seemed to be a straightforward person as well, and he started talking as soon as he sat down next to Fang Jianqiu.
Just as the two were talking, a man with a wrinkled face and chapped lips approached them.
Seeing this, Old Man Xiao stopped talking and started fiddling with the cigarettes again.
Fang Jianqiu looked up and saw that the man had a clear goal: he was there to find him.
Looking at the long braid at the back of his head, his identity is self-evident.